by Darien Cox
Nolan sat up, his eyes fiery with rage. Elliot knew he should stop this. He knew full well they were both simply on edge because of what Baz revealed earlier. And he knew full well that he was making things worse by lashing out at Nolan, matching his asshole-ness blow for blow. And now Nolan’s cheeks flamed red, so turning it around was probably no longer an option.
“Is that right?” Nolan said. “Well, maybe you can’t handle my ways because you miss having someone who’ll just lie back and beg you for scraps. ‘Oh, please fuck me, just one more time Elliot, oh please, once more before you dump me!’”
“How fucking dare you. Are you insecure, is that it? Afraid I’m gonna dump you too?”
“It is par for the course, so maybe.”
“You’re being a jerk!”
“I’m being is realistic.”
Elliot could barely see straight he was so mad. He never got this angry. Seemed Nolan wasn’t just the only one who could truly ignite his passion—he’d cornered the market on Elliot’s rage too. “Every single guy I’ve slept with has known the deal beforehand,” Elliot said. “Have some of them wanted more? Sure. Have some been angry? Absolutely. But not for any deception on my part. Why you acting like a jealous asshole and insulting me in the process? Just so you don’t have to think about the baby White? That’s shitty as fuck, Nolan.”
“I’m sorry you feel insulted.”
“That’s a non-apology.”
“Just go back to your own room.”
Elliot shoved Nolan onto his back and climbed on top of him, pinning his arms with his knees. “The fuck I will.”
Nolan didn’t fight, but his jaw tightened. “Get off me, Elliot.”
“You want to know all about my fuck-boys, huh? Want to know what I say to them while they’re worshiping me, as you say?” Elliot slid down and lowered his body onto Nolan’s. “Wanna hear about how I get them so hot for me they’re pulling their legs back and begging me to fill them with my cock and make it hurt?”
Inhaling, Nolan said, “No. Definitely not.”
“Then why is your dick getting hard?”
“Quit fucking around, Elliot. Just knock it off.”
Elliot kissed him softly, working his lips open, then whispered, “You like me huh? You want my tongue in your mouth? That’s what I say while they’re begging me.” He thrust his own growing erection against Nolan’s. “You like the way I kiss you? Oh, you want more?” He kissed Nolan roughly, and Nolan pushed his face back.
“Elliot, shut up,” Nolan said, but his voice was breathy now. “Just stop.”
“You want my dick shoved inside you now? Maybe I’ll just tease you a little longer. Oh, you can’t wait? You need it right away? That’s what I say to my fuck-boys. And let me tell you something, Nolan. They always say yes.”
“Elliot,” Nolan huffed. “Enough. This isn’t fun.”
Elliot bit Nolan’s neck then slid his tongue up to his ear. “You don’t want to hear about other guys? Then don’t bring them up.”
“You made your point.”
“Then apologize for being a jerk. And promise to never bring up my past in a fight again. It’s a low blow, it’s immature, and it’s unacceptable.”
Nolan breathed heavily, staring up at Elliot, but said nothing.
Despite his anger, Elliot found himself getting lost in Nolan’s gorgeous eyes. Elliot could feel Nolan’s hardness growing beneath him. “You can’t apologize?” he whispered. “You really think I’m some dirty skank who discards people without a thought? Or maybe you like thinking about it and want me to fuck you instead.”
Nolan continued to gaze up at him, silent.
“Is that it? You want me to fuck you, Nolan?”
A breath shivered out of Nolan. “Yes.”
Elliot had been taunting Nolan for an apology, caught in the moment, tangled up in a war of anger and lust, but Nolan’s answer stunned him. “What?”
“You heard me. Just fucking do it.”
Elliot’s breath caught and his cock swelled full. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” Nolan’s eyes closed. “I can’t not get turned on with you kissing me and talking like that and lying on top of me. Christ yes, I want it. I want you. But I’m not gonna beg.”
Pulse jumping in his neck, Elliot climbed off Nolan’s body. “Turn over.” He grabbed Nolan’s arm and flipped him over onto his stomach. Nolan’s breathing came hard, head bowing as he propped up on his elbows.
Elliot stripped out of his pants and peeled his shirt off. He dug the packet from his jeans and opened it, coating himself until his dick was slick, then he climbed onto the mattress and ripped Nolan’s boxer shorts down.
Nolan groaned, the firm globes of his ass clenching. Elliot ran his palms over that tight ass then pressed his body down onto Nolan’s back. “This what you want?” He rubbed the head of his cock between Nolan’s cheeks. Sliding an arm under Nolan’s hips, he tugged his ass up, getting another groan. “Yeah, you want it bad,” he said as he slid his cock into Nolan, gasping at the smooth perfection, the fit so tight it made him stop and catch his breath.
“What are you waiting for?” Nolan clenched around him, making Elliot moan. “Give me all you’ve got. I can take it.”
Elliot looped his arm under Nolan’s and gripped him around the shoulder, then plunged into him. Nolan squeaked a high-pitched sound, then let out a hard breath. “Still want it?” Elliot’s heart pounded, his hips resting on Nolan’s firm ass, tight heat all around him.
“Yes,” Nolan whispered.
Tightening his grip around Nolan’s shoulder, Elliot drove into him, thrusting against him hard. Gently biting Nolan’s back, he fucked him fast, his cock thickening to steel when Nolan began moaning into the pillow.
Elliot had always had stamina and loved to fuck, but he gave it more effort for Nolan, keeping the rhythm with short hard thrusts. Nolan was bigger than the men Elliot was used to having underneath him, his ass plumper, but Elliot was so turned on he had no trouble going so hard Nolan’s entire body jerked, nearly driving him into the headboard.
“Oh, fuck, Elliot!” Nolan shouted and lifted his ass higher, giving Elliot a better angle, letting him in deeper. “Please don’t stop.”
Releasing Nolan and rising to his knees, Elliot pumped into him, holding his hips, watching himself disappear between those gorgeous cheeks. The sound of flesh slapping and hard breaths sent him close to the edge, and when Nolan began making low, desperate noises muffled into the pillow, Elliot reached around and tugged his cock, finding it thick and swollen.
Nolan gasped. “Elliot…”
“I love you, you fucking jerk,” Elliot huffed and doubled his efforts, hips slapping as Nolan cried out. Nolan’s cock gushed, coating Elliot’s hand.
“Love you,” Nolan gasped as Elliot let his own orgasm go, body wracking with spasms as he spilled himself, the pleasure searing.
Once he’d spent, Elliot’s legs gave out and he fell onto Nolan’s back, fighting for breath. Nolan’s back rose and fell beneath him, his cheek pressed against the pillow. They stayed that way for a full minute, the room quiet aside from their heavy breathing.
“Sorry I’m a jerk,” Nolan mumbled.
Elliot started laughing but still couldn’t move, his limbs like wet noodles.
Nolan snickered, his back shaking as he laughed harder.
“That was more fun than punching something, right?”
Nolan sighed as the laughter trailed out of him. “Yes.”
“Feel better?”
“Hell yes.”
Elliot slid off of Nolan with a groan, breathing slow as he stared up at the white tiled ceiling.
“I really am sorry,” Nolan said.
“Is that really what you think of me? That I’m some unfeeling robot who can flip a switch when it suits me?”
Nolan shifted to his side and tugged Elliot close, buying his face in his hair. “You were right. I am insecure about you. It’s embarrassing. I’ve never bee
n insecure like this. I promise to get over it and never speak to you like that again.”
“You’re just upset about other things.”
“No. There’s no excuse for it. I’m sorry, Elliot. I don’t want to tame you and I don’t want the before version or the after version. I want all of you. Okay?”
Elliot sighed, closing his eyes. “Okay.”
“I’m still gonna try to romance you sometimes though.”
“I hope so. I’ll be pissed if you stop.”
Nolan’s head lifted and he looked down at Elliot. Elliot’s eyes opened. “I’m not trying to control you or change you.”
“I know. I know you’re not.”
“I just want to love you. Everything I do is about that. It’s just what’s inside me, coming out. Sometimes in stupid ways. You make me stupid.”
Elliot pulled him down. “I like that I make you stupid.”
Nolan rolled on top of him and kissed him deeply, and Elliot wrapped his arms around him, the glide of warm skin and solid weight on top of him soothing and peaceful. “I don’t care how we do this,” Elliot said when Nolan broke the kiss. “As long as we keep doing it. I don’t care if we fight every day. Long as we keep trying, and neither of us walks away. I’ve never felt this way and I refuse to quit.”
“You mean it?”
Elliot nodded. “This right here. Nothing’s ever felt more perfect. I need you.”
Nolan’s eyes softened. “Wow. If I’d known you’d be spouting poetry I’d have brought my beret.”
“You love it.”
“I do.” Nolan laughed. “I really do. And I think we need another shower.”
Ten minutes later they were both in the shower, soaping themselves up when a knock came on the door. “Ah, shit,” Elliot said. “Figures.”
Nolan rinsed off quickly then stepped out of the shower. “Finish up. I’ll get the door.” He grabbed a towel and left the bathroom.
Elliot rinsed the soap from his body then shut off the shower. He dried off and toweled his hair. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he hovered at the bathroom door, not wanting to step into the room if fucking Wiley was there or something.
A moment later Nolan appeared, barefoot in jeans and a black, long-sleeved jersey. “Get dressed. We’ve been summoned to the control room.”
Elliot darted out of the bathroom and started dressing. “What’s the control room?”
“Fucked if I know. Sounds important though.”
“Who came by?”
“Wiley.” Nolan tugged his sneakers on. “He’s still outside.” Nolan chuckled. “Complained that he kept knocking on yours but you didn’t answer.”
“You tell him I was in here, drilling you into the mattress?”
“He does not look in the mood for jokes.”
“Does he ever?”
Nolan knelt by the bed and tied Elliot’s shoes for him while Elliot pulled his shirt over his head. Elliot smiled, warmed by the gesture. Nolan was such a livewire of sexual energy, but he could flip a switch in an instant and be nurturing. It was a combination Elliot wasn’t accustomed to—and one he was beginning to think he couldn’t live without.
Nolan gave Elliot a quick kiss then stood. “Things are about to get heavy I suspect. You ready for this?”
Elliot stood. “Yeah. I’m ready. Let’s go face the music.”
Nolan pulled him into a quick hug then slapped his ass. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Wiley slid a keycard into a door and led them down another hallway, then another. An elevator ride, then another locked door. Another long hallway. Wiley still hadn’t said a word.
“What’s the matter with you?” Nolan asked him as they walked. “You’re even more stoic than usual.”
Wiley glanced back at him. “You really have to ask? You know what’s going on.”
“Ah,” Elliot said. “I bet Ogden got approval for that thing you said he’d never get approval for. He stepped over your superior man-in-black authority, didn’t he?”
“You’ll be briefed soon enough,” Wiley said.
Nolan glanced at Elliot, who cocked an eyebrow. Wiley was usually easier to bait than this. While they both knew the situation was serious, the persistence of Wiley’s sobriety was unsettling.
“Come on. This is it.” Wiley punched a code in on a large steel door. It slid away and he led them inside.
Nolan and Elliot paused at the threshold of a huge, cavernous room bustling with activity. It resembled a space launch control center, but if possible there were even more huge glowing screens lining the walls. It felt like stepping into an aquarium, soothing blue light with muted green. Long consoles housing computers and buttons and gadgets were occupied by strangers poring over systems, along with some familiar faces.
“Is that Brett?” Nolan asked. “Thought he stayed back in the village.” Brett sat around a computer in the corner with Ogden and Baz, dreadlocks tied back, glasses on.
“Ogden flew him in,” Wiley said. “Follow me. Gonna set you up over here, Ogden wants to speak with you privately for a few minutes then we’ll do a full group briefing.”
They followed Wiley to a small table at the side of the room. As he sat down, Nolan watched Baz get up and walk to one of the big screens in front, where Christian stood staring at what looked like a satellite view of Singing Bear Village. The two conferred with each other, Baz pointing a long finger at the screen as he hunched over to speak in Christian’s ear. It was an odd sight, Baz towering over Christian, still in a tee shirt with Ogden’s black sweats stopping just below his knees. He wore white tube socks with red stripes, no shoes, cottony white hair glowing blue in the soft lighting.
Nolan’s eyes drifted over the many screens on the front wall, stunned at what he saw. Next to the wide satellite shot was a screen with a somewhat closer view of Singing Bear Village, the basin of the lake visible with houses and buildings around it. Another with a view of the mountains, a flat square in the center that Nolan presumed was the Whites’ entrance field. There was an enormous screen with just a shot of the moon. Another of Earth from a good distance away—the big blue marble. Then beside that, a closer view from above the North American continent.
The last screen in the top row showed nothing but black sky and stars, somewhere in space, and this made Nolan shiver.
At some point they must have called JT down too. Nolan spotted his head of wavy blond hair leaning over a stranger who sat before a console near the front. There were about thirty people in the big room, but noise was minimal, lots of low murmuring and darting from one place to the other, urgent business evident. “What’s going on?” Elliot asked. “What’s everyone working on?”
“Wait here,” Wiley said. “Ogden will be right over.”
Elliot took the chair beside Nolan, green eyes darting around. “This is fucked up.”
“I’ll say.”
“It’s a good thing though, right?” Elliot nudged Nolan’s shoulder. “You were worried they’d do nothing. This is definitely not nothing.”
“Right,” Nolan concurred. “Definitely a good sign.”
But something inside him tightened the way it used to before a military mission, an alertness that told him shit was about to get dangerous. It was easy to sit in JT’s basement back in the village, pontificating on craft gliding down through the earth from somewhere on high, Grey aliens that experimented on other races, the many mysteries out there in the blackness. But actually seeing those huge screenshots of space in conjunction with an upcoming mission drove it home in a way it never had before.
“Captain Smiley’s coming,” Elliot said.
Nolan looked up and spotted the tall black man moving toward them through the rows. Ogden looked fresh and alert, dressed oddly casual in dark jeans and a red polo shirt, a tablet in his hand. “Okay.” Ogden pulled out a chair and sat across from them. “We have a lot to discuss in a short time, but I wanted to prep the two of you before the main briefing so you’re
ready for any weirdness, as you call it.” He set his tablet down, brow furrowing as he tapped it.
“JT and Christian been prepped?” Elliot asked.
“They have.” Ogden looked across the table and made eye contact with both of them. “First. I acquired approval to contact the friends Baz was pleading me to talk to. Today is our lucky day. Contact has been made and they are on board to help. But only to a point. A plan has been established based around the assistance they’ve committed to, and everyone’s got to play a part if this is going to work.”
“Who are these friends?” Nolan asked.
“They are a race of extraterrestrials based inside the moon.”
Elliot and Nolan stared.
“Questions? Or should I go on?”
“Oh, there are questions,” Elliot said.
Ogden nodded. “Please make them brief. I know I always say we’re short on time but we really are.”
Nolan pointed toward the screen on the front wall with the image of the moon. “You’re friends with extraterrestrials based inside the moon.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Ogden said. “Friend is the word Baz used. We’re more like reluctant partners.”
To their left, someone cleared his throat. Nolan glanced over at a man in a brown fishing hat seated with his back to them at one of the consoles, busy with something on the panel beside him.
“So…you’re not friends?” Elliot asked Ogden.
“We have a mutual agreement,” Ogden said. “They’re a peaceful race and don’t like to involve themselves with others’ business, so they’re really stepping outside their comfort zone to help us.”
“Who are they?” Nolan asked.
Ogden’s brown eyes shifted to Elliot. “I suppose they’re what the conspiracy theorists would call… Reptilians.”
“Reptilians?” Elliot leaned forward. “They’re fucking real?”
“Aren’t they supposed to be…evil or something?” Nolan asked.
“They are far from evil. The misconceptions about their race are plentiful. Here.” Ogden slid his tablet over to them.